This last weekend has seen me and the babies pack up and head off to the sunny South West of England and my home town of Bristol. Although actually we pitched up a little outside Bristol in Clevedon. Our digs were on a ‘holiday village’. ‘Holiday’ may be pushing it slightly but still our two bedroom lodge with separate living room, kitchen and diner was considerably more comfortable, well spacious, than a hotel room. So bothered I was not.
Friday saw me winging my way down the M5 to stop of at Barbie and Grandad’s house. Both babies love Barbie and Grandad, despite not seeing them all that much. They definitely have that intuition when it comes to spotting the good ones. We spent a good few hours here, played games, filled our tummies, dirtied their floors and exhausted the nearly 90 year olds as only two toddlers can before we moved on to our next stop.
We hurried along to pick up my sister, swing by mums’ and trundled our way oh.so.slowly back on the m5 in Friday afternoon traffic to meet Nanny Pat in Clevedon. An hour to do a twenty minute journey with two bored toddlers verging on a nap in the danger zone wasn’t ideal but chocolate solves everything.
Anywho we got settled in our digs with Nanny Pat and my sister, fed and bathed the kids in record time so I could jump back in my car and go back on the damn M5 and back into Bristol. Shit was about to get good.
By some stroke of genius 4 of my closet and oldest friends and I had all managed to wangle ourselves in the same country, better yet town, with childcare all on the same evening. Logistically speaking this is often mission impossible. It’s been a good 18 months since this last happened and boy was I excited. To say I love these ladies is an understatement.
We wined and dined at Bambalan Bristol, which homes an awesome terrace overlooking the centre. Had the most delicious freshly cooked food and of course some accompanying bubbles. The food was delicious, so flavoursome with so many European influences, I could eat it all over again. To be honest though I could have been sat in Maccies with a BigMac and I would have been happy just to be in their company. That said if you are ever in Bristol I would highly recommend Bamabalan, kids eat free all summer and it is not all chicken nuggets and chips.
We then hot footed it to another bar quickly followed by Turtle Bay for two for one cocktails. You just cannay go wrong with that. We rocked up and on the door was no other than a friend from school who we hadn’t seen since school, cue all the slightly pissed reminiscing. We also met up with more friends who we have managed to keep in touch with and diligently worked our way through the cocktail menu. We even squeezed in a bit of dancing before Miss sensible here decided being kicked out of a bar a two am was probably a sign to head for home. A full day of parenting awaited me in a few short hours. I learnt my lesson from the last time I partied with these ladies.
We headed home had a compulsory yet dedicatedly made toasty by my friends other half and passed out into some kind of alcohol, exhaustion infused coma. I later found out that one of the gang partied until 7 that morning…aaaaand that is why I didn’t stay at her house. All in all though, best bloody night I have had in ages, bloody lovely to see everyone and so needed.
The next day however.
Well what fun awaited me. A day at farm planned with my two and three-year old combo. I managed to sleep until circa 8am in my friends curtain less spare room and thought it best to relieve Nanny Pat of babysitting duties. After a questionable drive back down the damn M5 I was met by two very happy toddlers. Remarkably I felt OK. Tired but OK.
Anywho the farm was pretty naff. It was big and I imagine about 10 years ago was a haven for parents and kiddies alike, the on site cafe was not really that and poor old Gluten free Nanny Pat was left with just a flap jack and mediocre coffee for lunch. On the flip side we couldn’t find the entrance and stumbled around the back and onto the farm… so free day at the farm it was. Don’t worry, we had free tickets anyway so we duly handed them in when we located the entrance. We had no plans to return their in hurry though. The free roaming chickens in play areas weren’t fun for my animal shy toddlers.
Over the previous 12 hours my daughter had developed a rash on her feet, which by 2pm had pretty much covered every inch of her body. It was red and angry-looking. She seemed relatively unphased by it but ya know, not being a trained medical professional I, well Nanny Pat, thought it best to air on the side of caution and take a little trip to the doctors. A mere THREE HOURS later all was confirmed to be A OK and it was not septic. Well that’s good, although I didn’t really expect it to be. Either way it all looks a lot worse than it is.
IT was a pretty horrendous nights sleep with the youngest in my room moving around all god damn night. Seriously anyone have any suggestions for how to make the travel cot more comfy for him? It was awful, I think we saw every hour. Alas, Nanny Pat to the rescue, scooping him out of bed at 6.30 and gifting me a couple of extra hours. #legend
Sunday was spent at Puxton Park, those of you in the know, will certainly know this place is gods gift to families, as are older children. There is SO much to do for all ages at Puxton Park, trampolines, parks, boats, trains, animals, mazes, soft play a carvery. We literally spent all day there and the best part…counsin Ben. He on hand to go on everything with my two. No soft play or slides for me. Ben, I’ll get your first pint on your 18th!
By some miracle after a non stop day no one slept the 30 minutes back to Nanny Pat’s we killed time on the beach, bathed and fed before setting off back up the m5 to the midlands. I was convinced the children wold be a sleep at 7.01, seconds after setting off. Nope they sang in the back for a good 35 minutes until eventually admitting defeat and allowing me to drive the rest of the journey is blissful silence.
The best part, we’re back next weekend with Mr Tammy!